Helen Bradbury

Imbolc

Imbolc What is the quality of this time of year? It’s still so dark. But something is moving. We’ve done our time in the deepest winter stillness. And now a flame is conceived in the womb of night. Small, precious promise, newly come. Again. Its delicate, the promise. It’s so quiet you might not notice

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